 Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing...  The poetical works of S.T. Coleridge - Pagina 184door Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 668 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, cnrapt, transfused. Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to hca\ en ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owcst ! not ulonc these swelling tears, Mute... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 pagina’s
...blending with my thought. Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — there,...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and secret eestasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Grim vales and icy cliffs all join... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, em-apt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing, — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing, — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1857 - 320 pagina’s
...eagle eye ! Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. 3. Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost ! Ye wild goats, sporting round the eagle's nest !... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vnst to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears,... | |
 | Songs - 1856 - 712 pagina’s
...own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake,...cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops... | |
 | 1856 - 482 pagina’s
...blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — there,...Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Grim vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 pagina’s
...and life's own secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision poking l X ` @ ` ( ` ! Oreen vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! 0,... | |
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